LOGINIsabella’s POV.The days after that night in the confessional blurred into a fever dream of guilt, prayer, and sinful hunger.I went through my routines like a ghost — helping with morning Mass, teaching catechism to the children, singing hymns that now felt like lies on my tongue. Every time I looked at the crucifix above the altar, I remembered Father Lucian’s cock buried deep in my ass while he whispered prayers of forgiveness between thrusts. Every time I knelt to pray, I felt the phantom ache between my legs and the sticky reminder of his cum that I had carried home with me that night.I was damned.And I had never felt more alive.Father Lucian kept his distance during the day. He was the perfect priest in public — kind, composed, and spiritually guiding. But at night, when the cathedral emptied and the rectory door closed behind us, he became something else entirely although he tried hard not to touch me these past days no matter how much I begged him to. Tonight was no differ
Isabella’s POVThe next day passed in a haze of guilt and aching need.I went through my usual routines of helping with morning Mass, teaching the children’s catechism class, singing in the choir. But everything felt different. Every time I looked at the altar, I remembered Father Lucian’s hands on my body. Every time I knelt to pray, I felt the ghost of his cum still inside me from last night.I was sore in the most sinful places. My pussy was tender, my ass still throbbed faintly, and my nipples stayed tight against my modest blouse all day. I caught myself pressing my thighs together during prayers, trying to ease the constant ache between my legs.I've become a terrible person. A hypocrite. A whore in God’s house. And yet… I couldn’t stop thinking about him.Father Lucian avoided me during the day. He was polite and distant in public, the perfect priest. But I caught him watching me during evening prayers, his hazel eyes dark with the same hunger I felt burning inside me.After th
Isabella’s POV The rectory was silent except for our ragged breathing. I lay beneath Father Lucian, my body still trembling from the intensity of what we had just done. His cock was still buried deep inside me, pulsing with the last aftershocks of his release. I could feel his warm cum leaking out around where we were joined, dripping down onto the sheets beneath us. This was real. I had just given my virginity to a priest. On his bed. In the house of God. The weight of the sin settled over me like a heavy cloak, but instead of horror, I felt a strange, dark thrill. My pussy clenched around him again, as if my body refused to let him go. Father Lucian lifted his head from my neck, his hazel eyes searching mine. His silver cross rested against my bare breasts, a stark reminder of who he was — and what we had just done. “Forgive me, Isabella,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “I have led you into sin.” I reached up and touched his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “I want
Isabella’s POVI knelt before Father Lucian in the quiet rectory, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it.The air felt thick with incense and sin. My knees pressed into the worn wooden floor as I looked up at him — this man of God, this priest who was supposed to guide my soul, not corrupt it.His hand gently cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing my lower lip.“You don’t have to do this, Isabella,” he said, his voice rough with restraint. “You can still walk away. Confess your thoughts and leave this room pure.”But his eyes told a different story. They were dark with hunger, fixed on my mouth like he was already imagining it wrapped around him.I should have stood up. I should have run back to the cathedral and begged God for forgiveness.Instead, I whispered, “I don’t want to walk away, Father.”A low groan escaped him. He unbuckled his belt with trembling hands, then slowly lowered his black trousers and boxers. His cock sprang free — thick, long, and already leakin
Isabella’s POV.The cathedral bells rang softly in the distance as I knelt in the front pew, rosary beads slipping through my fingers like a lifeline.I had come here every evening since I was a little girl. This place with its towering stained-glass windows, the scent of incense, and the quiet echo of prayers had always felt like home. Safe. Pure. A sanctuary from the noise of the outside world.But tonight, something felt different.Father Lucian had arrived three weeks ago to take over the parish. He was younger than the old priest. He's only thirty-two with sharp, handsome features, dark hair that fell slightly over his forehead, and eyes that seemed to see straight through a person’s soul. The congregation whispered about him. Some said he was too charismatic. Others said he was exactly what our aging cathedral needed.I tried not to notice him too much but it was impossible.“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” I whispered under my breath, repeating the familiar words of confe
Sophia's POV. The door burst open with a loud bang.A woman I didn't recognize stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the scene: me being pressed against the wall, my skirt bunched around my waist, his thick cock buried deep inside my pussy, his hand still gripping my hip from behind.For a moment, time froze. Then chaos erupted.“What the hell is this?!” she screamed, her voice cracking with disbelief and rage.Professor Voss pulled out of me quickly, but he didn’t scramble to hide. He simply tucked himself away and stepped in front of me protectively, shielding my half-naked body from her view.“Elise,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. “This isn’t the time.”He sounded like he knew her already. Who's she?“Not the time?” She laughed bitterly, stepping further into the office. “I come to surprise my husband at work and find him fucking one of his students? Against the wall? Are you serious right now, Elias?”I quickly pulled my skirt down, my hands shaking







